Psycho
I'm a little freaked out at the moment and can't sleep.
I heard shuffling out in the kitchen and got up to see what was going on, only to find Norman coming down the hall....
Obviously his last name is Bates!
He's got to go.
posted by Chuck at 4:13 AM
5 Comments:
Chuck, I'm calling 911, this does have to stop! You need to check into the closest mental health center for some serious electric shock therapy! But I am glad to see the increased level of blog activity since Norman arrived!
11:39 AM
dude-put the gnome in the trash, pull your pants up, get to the Plummy straght away...you are in need of therapy
7:27 PM
I think you're getting paranoid. Why poor Norman is obviously headed toward the kitchen to cut himself a delicate slice of your pizza. He hasn't eaten for days -- not since that last fiasco -- and didn't want to inspire your ire by pilfering too openly. Plus after hearing about mean Chuck, he's been worried sick that any misstep would put him back on the streets with the wool-hatted lady.
Oh, the kitchen is the other way?. . . well, everyone knows that gnomes are genetically deficient in all areas of navigation.
9:12 PM
Chuck, is Norman available to go on a road trip later this month?
2:18 PM
dude...enough with Norman....new post sans Norman but with trousers, please
9:45 PM
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